Rand's body was as rigid as a stone, and he didn't move back because his back was against the cold bathroom wall, and he had nowhere to hide.
"... Rand... Munster... "
The monster, still muttering to him, quickly closed the door to the bathroom, then slowly wriggled in Rand's eyes, which Rand had no way to look away from, before crawling into the room that seemed to Rand. Shelter in the near future.
Rand closed his eyes, then opened them again, he took a deep breath, then stared at the monster, opening his mouth tremblingly.
"M... Munster?"
After the monster heard Rand's call, there were two things on the top of its head that stood up because of blood congestion. They looked somewhat similar to the antennae of moths. They were slightly curved and covered with fine feather-like tentacles on both sides. For the native species of Ren, this special organ can help them better screen the source of pheromone.
Of course, in Rand's eyes, the two shaking things just made it look a little more terrifying.
"Munster."
The monster stared at Rand with its four bright red eyes, shook its head, and repeated Rand's words.
It has now fully crawled into the bathroom, which makes the space in this room seem a little cramped.
The appearance of the monster was as weird as Rand had imagined, but before that, Rand only had time to see its face, and now, he can see its whole body. Under that scaly face, there are connected body parts that are slightly similar to the human male body, with a thick neck, well-developed biceps and pectoral muscles and even abs, but without a rump, its The upper limbs - also look not too different from the arms of a human male, but are much slender compared to its body.
If placed on a human body, its arms would hang down, and the fingertips might already be able to easily touch the knees.
And speaking of fingers, these detailed parts fully show that it is different from the "human" creature, with a total of five slender fingers (although Rand is not quite sure if they can be called fingers) , each with about seven joints, with a total length of more than thirty centimeters, hook-shaped nails at the tips, and a translucent webbed membrane between the fingers, with a slightly blue color.
On the underside of the monster's arm, webbed membranes of the same color but with a much larger area connect the sides of its body.
"Rand?"
The monster repeated Rand's name in a low voice, and when Rand was completely unable to move due to panic, it slowly moved its tail towards him.
Its upright height is about one hundred and fifty centimeters, but there are more parts of the lower body on the ground - Rand saw its tail, like a sea snake, very slender, and its every action Let the contours of the bulging muscles on that smooth skin surface.
It has some special similarities with the little monster, but in other respects, it is different.
Rand was very unsure if he was right.
When the monster finally came to him, Rand involuntarily straightened up slowly.
The disgusting head was almost on the tip of his nose.
Rand smelled the scent emanating from it, the seay smell that could not be said to be fragrant or stink.
The all too familiar smell made his body vibrate suddenly.
"Munstrand get out of chirp... chirp?"
The monster seems to have a very special concern for Rand, and it immediately noticed Rand's physiological response. It tried to repeat the human language it learned from Rand for unknown reasons, but in the end, it still leaked out involuntarily. the original sound.
Although it became more serious and mature than before, Rand still recognized the moment when he heard the "chirp", this monster-this monster turned out to be Munster? !
"I must be crazy..."
Rand was breathing rapidly. He looked at the monster and couldn't believe it was Munster, the pet he had kept for a long time.
Omg...though Munster can't be described as "cute" or "pretty" until he burrows under his bed (it's far from the kind of animal that would make its owner want to take a picture and post it on Facebook) , but now this is too much beyond Rand's expectations.
While Munster went from a cute little fish to some kind of weird amphibian, Rand did miss it as a little fish.
But looking at Munster now, Rand would rather keep amphibians all the time...
All in all, as a so-called "dogfish", it can't be worse than Munster's disgusting appearance now.
Rand thought he was now facing a Night Fury with the body of a sunfish and four eyes—of course, Munster was nowhere near as cute as the latter.
"I... must... be... 'red'... "
Munster raised his head, it tried to learn Rand's words, but this time Rand's voice was too weak, and his tongue seemed a little inarticulate.
After a while, it said it again to Rand.
Then it slowly lowered its head.
Rand felt a weight on his knees, and he didn't even have the courage to look down.
After all, not everyone has the nerves strong enough to peacefully see a monster resting its head on his lap... especially not long after that monster started offering its head to Rand's hand.
It was pleading for Rand's touch.
Of course, this happened a lot when it was an amphibian. do you remember? Munster especially loved Rand's tickling of its belly.
But it doesn't seem to realize that its current state is completely unsuitable for such a thing.
Rand sniffed, humiliating, but he felt like he was running out of control, and he wanted to cry more than ever.
The fine, cold scales on Munster's face could almost pass through his pajamas directly to his thighs.
He maintained a rigid posture of looking straight ahead, and like a zombie, he reached out and touched the head of the current Munster.
The feathery tentacles stroked Rand's arm back and forth, and all his goosebumps came out in that instant. And from his thigh came Munster's happy cry.
"Haw Haw Haw Munstrand get out of the way..."
Like every babbling baby, it repeats these newly learned words over and over again.
And it's just maddening.
Rand swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and only felt that he was in a huge nightmare.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
Munster has been watching his partner intently, and the sight from the four red eyes immediately sticks to Rand's face.
Immediately he stuck out his tongue, trying to lick Rand's sweet-smelling fluid (cold sweat), as all native species in the sea are happy to do - a very pleasant communication to them Way.
For Munster, it was difficult to understand what Rand was seeing—the sunflower-shaped tentacles coming toward him, each of them shaking in disgust.
"Do not-"
A hoarse voice escaped Rand's throat.
…
"boom-"
A gunshot suddenly tore apart Rand's mental void created by fear.
Rand saw that Munster in front of him was thrown to the side by something, and he was thrown against the wall by the impact, the back of his head hit the wall, and physiological tears instantly blurred his vision.
But compared to Munster, his injury does not seem to mean anything.
A figure with bright hair appeared at the door of Rand's bathroom door, which was already broken. He kicked the remaining door panels open, and the ground was full of broken wood chips. Then, in a very short moment, he raised his hand to Mang. Sturt shot, then another—the latter was circling before him, ready to pounce on him.
The bullet left wounds on its shoulder and neck, and some blue blood gushed out, but after just a few seconds the wound was covered with a special secretion.
"Silk-"
Rand heard Munster's scream—the first time he'd heard it make such a sound.
Munster seemed to be provoked, it stuck directly to the wall at a terrifying speed, and then jumped directly to the top of the roof like a demon's shadow, where it stuck, as if it was not bound by geophysics at all, As easily as there is flat ground there.
When the man was about to give it a fourth shot, it hit him in the shoulder with its own tail. Of course, it was meant to pump his neck artery, but at a critical moment he adjusted his posture and ducked.
But even so, he still flew out of the bathroom like a baseball concentrated by a baseball bat.
He bumped into Rand's bed, then streaked across the bedroom, not stopping until he bumped into the reading chair that Rand had placed next to the bedroom, at the cost of, of course, the splintering of that chair.
"Rogers!"
Rand stared in shock at what was in front of him, and he couldn't help screaming when he saw a lot of blood start to spill from the crevice of Rogers's hand covering his shoulder.
No one thought that Rogers would appear in his room at this time.
And no one can imagine how terrible Munster's fury is—
At the moment when Rand called out Rogers' name, it had swooped directly from the roof into the bedroom, each of its feathery tentacles glowing bright red.
The air seems to vibrate...
Rand didn't know if it was his own delusion, but he just had the feeling—the air in the room was shaking with Munster's emotions.
It all happened so quickly that Rogers raised his hand and shot the ceiling a few times, but to no avail, because Munster was completely off the ceiling before he could react.
It's a ghost, it's a shadow, it's a weapon—
It poked its head out from behind Rogers.
Rogers only smelled the stench of the wind. He turned around in surprise and saw a wide mouth full of sharp teeth and a blue tongue.
It was aimed at Rogers' eye socket like a drill.